Erica felt her panic rising; Silvia was insane with jealousy.

Pulling herself together, Erica tried to stand up, but couldn't do it because the uniform harness locked her torso into a single line. Trying something different, she started edging forward, walking on her knees until she reached the wall.

Now that she had something to leverage against, she was able to struggle to her feet. Just then she could hear Silvia's voice coming down the hall. Her first thought was to call an elevator, but, being on the 8th floor, the risk that it would take too long was too great. Spinning about she desperately looked for another way out. Then she saw the door to the stairs.

As quickly as she could, she hobbled over, gently bumped the bar to open the door, and sidled through. She tried to catch the door so she could listen better, but, with her hands locked to her hips, she couldn't see properly past her bust-line. All she managed to do was slow the door down enough for it to close quietly. She was so focused on what was happening in the lobby she didn't notice the bright emergency lights that were triggered by her stepping into the stairway.

Holding her breath to hear better, she was able to catch what Silvia said. "Damn! The bitch got away! Well, I'm off to the party. You two make sure that she DOESN'T make it. And tell building security that if they let her back into the building, I'll have the entire lot of them fired. Oh, and if you do find her, feel free to play with her before dumping her on the street. And be sure to do it in the nastiest part of town."

Erica was able to hear rumbling noises from the two bodyguards, but could not make out what they said. She waited for a few minutes, hoping that they would walk away and she could take the elevator back to her desk, escaping this mad house before something nasty happened to her, well nastier than what Silvia had just done.

She felt around, trying to find the handle to open the door, her breasts rubbing against the door's surface as she moved back and forth, up and down. Finally giving up, she shuffled backwards to get a look, and she realized that there was no handle on this side of the door. There was just a sign that, due to fire regulations, anyone using the stairs would have to go to the ground floor to find the only door they could use to leave the stairwell.

With a feeling of dread, Erica shuffled until she could see the stairs. Looking at the steep concrete staircase with those abrasive strips along the surface to provide good traction, she could see that sitting and trying to slide down the stairs would not be possible. She would have to hold onto the railing and step down the stairs, and quickly, before one of the bodyguards thought to check the stairs.

So, grabbing the railing on the right with her right hand, she hesitantly reached down with her left foot and was barely able to reach the step before the hobble chain stopped her. Then she brought her right foot down beside it. She repeated the process until she had reached the landing between floors. Her right hand was aching, so she switched to her left hand and led with her right foot down the next flight.

She switched like this all the way down to the ground floor. By the time she reached there she was dripping in sweat and shaking with fatigue. Each landing had another bank of the emergency lighting, and, as she got halfway down a flight, the lights on the landing below lit up and bathed her in a harsh glare. As she got closer and closer to her goal of the ground floor, she was ready to beg the security guard for help, willing to let him have anything he wanted from her if only he would get her things from her desk and hide her until she could leave.

It was with exhaustion-glazed eyes that she looked at the wall where the door to the ground floor lobby should have been. The only door on the ground floor was one that led outside.

Blinking sweat out of her eyes and with a sigh she, shuffled through the door, hoping that she could get the guard's attention by tapping on the glass wall of the ground floor lobby. But, when she was outside, there was only a concrete channel leading away, designed to get people a safe distance from a burning building.

She made her way down the walkway, trying to find a way back to the building, but the walkway lead her farther and farther way from the door to the lobby. A gentle wind chilled her as her sweat-drenched body slowly made its way along. It was now that late night darkness that you find only in downtown areas, when even the cleaning crews have turned out the lights and gone home. She felt completely lost.

She wondered where that annoying orange light was coming from.

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Officer Daniel Bruno was making his way down the deserted street slowly, enjoying the quiet of the business district in the post-midnight hours on Halloween. What few parties the offices had had were now finished, and the last stragglers long gone. It was then that he saw this ghostly glow off to one side. It was a strange orange color and moved slowly and somewhat erratically.

He stopped his patrol unit and climbed out to investigate. He didn't call in yet since he didn't want to deal with the ribbing he'd take if he reported a ghost and it turned out to be a carved pumpkin with a candle still burning in it. He had his mag-light in one hand and his other on his service piece, as he quietly approached the strange light.

As he got closer he could hear the clinking of chains and the occasional soft sob. This on top of the odd orange light on Halloween was making him think he was about to be pranked, maybe even by one of the guys from the precinct. Or maybe he was about to meet a ghost....

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A bright light suddenly appeared, aimed right at her, accompanied by a strong voice ordering, "Freeze! Police!" She squeaked in fear and tripped. Then, shuffling madly trying to recover, she slammed into the sidewall of the walkway and just managed to stay on her feet.

Bruno was stunned by what he saw, here was a woman that looked like she had run a marathon. Her tousled hair dripped with sweat. Her dress, which had been glowing, was now reflecting his flashlight's beam. He wasn't sure if this was a living woman or a ghost. With a shake he pulled himself together and gave another order.

The voice came again, "Hands up! And don't move!" Erica waved her hands at him from where they were locked at her waist and grunted. She realized that a police officer was holding his flashlight on her, the sudden brightness blinding her after the darkness she had been walking through.

Bruno carefully approached the bound woman, completely baffled by what he was presented with. He was seeing a very beautiful woman bound hand and foot; wearing (or almost wearing) an orange dress that looked like a woman's prison uniform from a '70s exploitation film. The skirt part was hiked up, exposing her from the waist down. And, oddest of all, her mouth was open like she was yawning or in the middle of a scream.

On watch for anyone else in the area, Bruno took the woman by the elbow and forced her to walk down to his patrol car as quickly as she could move. Once there he turned her to face the unit and placed her so she was leaning on the car.

After reporting his location and that he had taken a half-naked woman into custody, he turned back to his captive. "All right, miss, I'm going to have to arrest you for indecent exposure. You have the right to remain silent...." Once finished with reading her her rights, he proceeded to search her.

Since she was obviously dressed for a night of sex, Bruno decided he'd play along. As he searched her, he ran his hands over her bare legs, getting a feel for how toned they were. Then he felt up her damp crotch and her inflamed cunt. Since he didn't have gloves, he decided against checking what was inside her, front or rear, just making sure that nothing was wedged between her ass cheeks.

Checking over her belt and the way her hands were locked down against it, he realized that she was as restrained as if he had put her in handcuffs. Moving on up, he checked her breasts and could feel how hard her nipples were. He decided to make sure she wasn't hiding anything up there, therefore he unzipped her top and pulled open, so she was now fully exposed.

Once sure that she was safe to transport, he loaded her into the back of his unit and informed his precinct that he was in transit. He could see the woman squirming in the back and realized that he had failed to close her top or pull her skirt back down. He smiled at the view.

Upon getting to the station he pulled her out of the patrol car and dragged her in just as she was. The whores that had been brought in earlier took one look at her and started hooting and whistling. Bruno parked her on a bench and cuffed her arm to the bench. "Now don't you go anywhere. I'll be back soon to process you in." He walked off chuckling at his own wit.

Erica looked around as best she could. Maybe now that she was in a police station she would be freed from her uniform and could tell her story. The whores calmed down after a while, but being called names and treated like garbage by such women weighed on her. Also everyone that passed her all stopped for a grope of her exposed tits or her juicing pussy. The way her body was enjoying this rough treatment left her even more confused. She needed to get free.

Finally Bruno returned and took her over to a computer where her fingerprints were taken and submitted to the database for comparison. They took her mug shots, never bothering to pull her top closed. Bruno stood next to her holding the sign with her booking ID so it was just under her tits in the photos. He took her from there to the watch sergeant's office, where he talked with the sergeant.

"OK, Bruno, I've got confirmation with her wearing that uniform. She's probably an escaped prisoner transfer to the new joint, Paradise Lost Women's Detention Facility. We can't deal with her in that uniform, so you have approval for overtime to take her up there and get her processed in. Since you've already taken care of the fingerprinting and photos they'll do the strip-search and delousing."

Bruno frowned. "Sarge, you sure about this? That's a long haul this late at night. I can get there alright, but I'll be mighty tired by the time she's all squared away."

The sergeant nodded. "I know, and so do they. I was informed that they had a place for you to crash, and it would be more than you would expect to find in a prison." Waving his hand to stop what Bruno was about to say, he went on. "I asked for more info, but they just laughed and said you would see it once you had been 'read in' on the rules."

With a shrug, Bruno said, "OK, you're the boss, Sarge. Transporting one prisoner to the Paradise Lost Facility, on route now." He grabbed Erica by her elbow again and started walking her to his patrol unit. By this time
she was so tired and so turned on at being controlled, she didn't know if she should protest or help.

"And remember," called the sergeant as they walked away, "tonight is approved OT, so I expect you back here in time for your shift tomorrow night." Bruno responded with a wave and a casually flipped finger, to which the sergeant laughed.

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As Bruno loaded his prisoner into the back of the unit, he let his hands rove, pinching and stroking, and muttered, "Damn, to think prime pussy like you is going to be locked up for years. I don't envy the guys that have to keep you locked up, but the penalty, if they get caught fucking you, might just be worth it!"

Erica froze in a panic at the thought. Everything tonight since she stepped off the elevator had been going by in a hazy flash, not feeling fully real. But the mention that she was going to be locked up in a prison. She didn't do anything but try to dress sexy for a party. She started to thrash about, at least as much as the transport uniform allowed her to, and she started to wail.

Just as Bruno was closing the door, she began twitching and wailing, so he reached in and slapped her face hard. "Now, shut it, bitch! I'm going to be delivering you to the prison, and you have a choice. We can do this nice, or we can do it hard, and, if you make the wrong choice, you will regret it for the whole next year."

Erica was shocked into silence, she had never been handled this way before. Part of her was outraged at what he had done, but that part of her wasn't in control of her pussy or her body in general. She realized that the rougher her situation, the more turned-on she became.

The trip to the prison facility was going to take over an hour, even at this time of morning. So Bruno got moving, but taking time to enjoy the view of his prisoner in the rear view mirror. The cabin filled with the scent of her sex, leaving him hard.

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Upon arrival at the Paradise Lost Women's Detention Facility, Bruno identified himself to the guards and was passed in, after an impressive security check. He walked his prisoner into the facility and was greeted by a single female officer. He felt some guilt, since his prisoner still had her breasts on display, and the skirt was still up, showing her dripping cunt.

"Officer Bruno, thank you for delivering our errant charge. I am the Night Warden Veronica Ventros. If you will hand me the preliminary paperwork, we can discover her name and case number." The hard-looking woman was pleasant to him and seemed pleased by the prisoner's mostly undressed condition.

Pointing to a two foot red square about six feet in front of her desk, Ventros waited for the prisoner to take her position. When the girl was too slow to respond, the woman jumped forward and brought her open hand down hard on the prisoner's ass, leaving a red mark. "When you are given an order, you are damn well going to JUMP TO IT!" She ended up spanking the prisoner until both ass cheeks were glowing red.

Sitting at her desk, she leafed through the file. "Officer why don't you get some coffee and have a seat? This will take a few minutes." She scanned in the provided documents and searched for the proper prisoner file to attach these new records.

By the time Bruno was half through his cup, she looked up. "And we have a winner -- 5'6" tall, blond hair, 34C bust, 24" waist, and 35" hips, with green eyes. Officer, let me introduce you to Dolores DeLong, a con artist who is responsible for bilking people out of millions. There's some missing data from when she was arraigned, but we'll just attach the photos and prints you have provided."

Bruno looked at the prisoner with new eyes and could see that she seemed stunned. "I guess she was hoping you wouldn't be able to ID her so quickly, or maybe get her confused with another prisoner."

"Oh, we are very good at what we do here; she will not get away a second time," Ventros declared. "I've called for some officers to strip the slut and put her through a shower and delousing. Now, how that is handled it up to you."

Bruno was puzzled. "Me? What do you mean?"

"This is a very special facility. This is where women that have come to the attention of Influential Individuals get sent. These Influential Individuals have a personal interest in the women being housed here. And women such as Delores get assigned to the Honeypot dorm, which is for inmates with conjugal requirements. Inmates in this dorm must earn their privileges, according to how many 'visits' they get and how they are rated by their visitors. As the arresting officer you have 'capture rights' to her, and, if you want, she will be your bed-warmer tonight. If you so choose, then the delousing spray used on her tonight won't be nearly as invasive as otherwise. We'll simply re-do it after you leave."

Bruno couldn't believe he was hearing correctly. She was offering him the hot blond who had been oozing sex at him for hours. With a jaw-cracking smile he replied, "Where do I sign up?"

"First we do the strip-search, and then she gets shipped off to the showers. Would you like to do the honors?"

Bruno wondered if his "capture rights" extended to any later visits....

Edited by C. Lakewood